March 2, 2016

Eye surgery on a 2 year old? NBD

"He'll probably need surgery."

The Dr. said those words so casually, like he was offering us cookies rather than telling us that our two. year. old. son would need eye surgery.  "We'll patch him and have him wear glasses for a couple months before I decide if surgery is the best option.  The good news is that the eye isn't damaged; he just doesn't use it."

I know, I know.  So its no big deal.  Things could be worse.  Lots of little kids wear patches/glasses to fix a crossed eye.  But his wasn't that bad, was it?!  We just noticed it last month!  Surgery?!  What kind of parent am I?  Should I have seen the signs earlier?

Needless to say Monday hit me like a bag of bricks.

We had started the process by getting to his primary doc, then a referral, and finally appointment day came - along with a nice 2 hr car ride to calm everyone's nerves.  Ah.

James took it all in stride at the doctor's office...until today, when the actual patch was placed over his strong eye.  Four patches, two hours, 3 bags of fruit snacks and hundreds of tears later, I would say he adjusted to wearing it.  He only ran into something twice during his four hours of "Pirate Time".  We even played catch, legos and ran around Rite-Aid...only 60 more days to go.

We can do this...right?

I will say that it was amazing to watch his eye start to move around and focus on things.  It was very apparent that he hadn't been using it because he was so frustrated and confused trying to focus at first.
But seriously, can't this kid catch a break?  33 weeks premie, 16 days in the NICU, screaming pain for 6 months before we find out he's allergic to dairy, no ice-cream ever, his baby brother dies and he wants a baby so badly, and now he probably needs eye surgery?!  Apparently I need to stop keeping track.  I keep telling myself, at least he's alive, thank you for that Lord.  He's alive.  He can hear.  He can talk.  He can smell.  He can run, climb and throw sticks.  He has cousins.  He has a Mama and a Daddy.  He is loved.  So he can't see out of one eye.  No big deal.  Really.  We have so much to be grateful for, and a chance meeting with a friend reminded me of that Monday night.

Patches working or surgery needed, we can do this.  He can do this.

So after dinner we drew on a bunch of the eye patches to make them more he has Mater, Lumpy, a lion, eyeball, and Nemo.  He liked them so much he wanted to put one on for bed.

Monocular vision isn't the end of the world - we just won't sign him up for baseball.

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